This is a song about "Left"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Take me away away

Got nothing left to say

Take the exit, the nearest left

Hold up yea we the best

Promises that had us left assured

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Dc, man over money

Friend after friend left me

Left you bitches there standing idle

Lady at the frank stand will

Left her outta the limelight

You got to have your game tight

Just say he's the best

'till there's nothin' left.